In the studio, California's Stole Your Woman
supplements its powerful, fun -- like, really fun -- pop-punk with dark undercurrents that take the form of crashing piano and swelling strings. Live, the fancy stuff is gone, but worry not: The naked mix makes it even easier to feel the tastefully shredding guitar solos move through you, one note at a time. Sound good? Tonight, there's plenty more where that came from.